We didn't used to be hobos. It just sorta happened. We were all once quite normal. No, that's a lie. But once we were all expected to behave like normal human beings. But we couldn't. It was just too hard and we couldn't take the pressure. One day we just cracked. People were shocked at first, (Our mothers especially) But they grew to accept it, and us. We didn't know each other then. Didn't have a clue what the future would hold for three hobos. But perhaps one day when the wind blew wild and we were all huddled in Joe's leaky cardboard box. Perhaps we decided we liked the money people dropped in Hugo's still steaming cup of coffee. Perhaps we enjoyed the taste of pork jerky fresh from the bag. Perhaps it was meant to be.....
money + coffee = happy hobos
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